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Martin: We can sit in the plane, or we can sit in the rain.
Douglas: Can’t we sit in the car, or sit in a bar?
Martin: Douglas!
Douglas: I’m sorry, I thought we were staging an impromptu tribute to Dr Seuss.
Gordon: You flying in or flying out?
Martin: Ah well, er, neither really, we’re sort of staying put.
Gordon: Ah right. What for?
Douglas: Mainly the cuisine.
Douglas: I can do you a little Chopin.
[Douglas starts playing piano]
Martin: Yes, thank you, Douglas. This lady wants us to move it, not show off on it.
Client: Oh, I don’t mind. Isn’t he good?
Douglas: You’re too kind.
Martin: We – we’re on quite a tight schedule.
Douglas: Yes, seven hours to drive to two hundred miles – every second counts!